In a strange land where sailing ships float yards above the oceans they traverse, a young boy heads off to a tropical island, where he amuses himself by creating sand sculptures - until dusk settles, the Cinder-Eyed Cats appear, and everything turns flamboyantly magical.
Fish leap from the ocean and swirl around in an aquatic version of Max's wild rumpus, and the cats gambol around with perpetually intrigued expressions. Dawn arrives too soon, bringing the fish back to their watery home, the boy back across the water in his flying sailboat, and the cats sprawled lazily along the shore, waiting for another night of magic.
Paintings are very reminiscent of David Wiesner, especially of Flotsam and Tuesday, and the ocean-theme is especially delightful, as I am now living away from the seaside, and miss it terribly.
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